Sunday, June 19, 2011

Today's Sermon


The Floating Man

In this experiment of Ibn-Sina, I must float 

for as long as it takes to forget the sweating desert 

And the sifting streets of Hamadan.

No part of me may touch another body part. 

My hands are spread so wide, each finger 

Thinks it is the only finger in the world.

My head is shaved, lest a stray hair 

tickle my ear, or remind me that I'm beautiful. 

I must take care not to hear my own heart beating.

When the time comes, you will ask me 

who on earth I am. Shall I say a man or a thought, 

or a man thinking about deserts and cities?

Sky folds me in. I'm as lonely as a spent star 

calling into the darkness. Now ask again.

~ Katharine Towers, 1961 -

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